maxwell || the vampire diaries HIATUS

08

eight

Humming along to the radio, I switched the gas oven off, "Kit!" I yelled. Plating up our breakfast, "Kit! do you want a lift or not" I called again. A tired looking Kit walked half undressed from his bed room. His mid length blonde hair falling over his hazel eyes.
Pushing out a hip I smiled, "regretting agreeing to closing and opening?" I asked.

He nodded, eyes half open eating his eggs. I had fallen into my worse habit, where the first friend I make after I run is my safe person. When I first left home it was my 85 year old landlord, then it was Damon (which ended with me getting my heartbroken) and now Kit, my flatmate.

upon moving to Chicago, the first thing I needed was a place to stay and Kit had an ad up looking for someone to help with rent. We made fast friends, from the little he told me, he was also an orphan with no one else.

Kit scrunched his nose but didn't stop eating. I winced, "sorry got carried away with the basil".
"I'm not complaining" he laughed, "Breakfast is the only good meal I get". I laughed too.

I couldn't tell him the truth that the basil was actually vervain. I wasn't around vampires anymore but I still wanted to be safe from them, so every morning I made Kit breakfast and added vervian (I also kept at fresh plant by the door and windows).

"Come on, we're gonna be late" I told him, finishing off my food. As well as giving me a place to live, Kit had also helped me get a job at the café he worked at.
"I was thinking I might just find a sugar daddy or mommy".

I raised an eyebrow, "Anyone in mind?".
"Mrs Reid who always sit in your section is always checking me out".
"She also always orders from the $5 and below menu and never tips" I replied.
"Exactly" he nodded, going back to his food.

Kit's mind was a wonder, I could never fully understand.

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A proud Kit came smiling up to be while I was wiping down at table, "Guess what I'm holding in my hands".
"did you find a dollar" I asked.
"Nope, guess again" he giggled, I looked to him and he piece of paper in his hand, small clean writing.
"Oh my god. Kit!" I exclaim, I went to playfully hit his arm but he dodged me.
"Jeez relax Em, it's actually for you" He held out his hand.

I took the paper from him, schooling my features. Scrunching the paper up I buried in my pocket. Kit watched me closely, "Still hung up on that guy".

Pursing my lips I looked away and out through the windows to the street,
"Just not interested in dating or anything like that". I hurried back to work before Kit could ask me anything else. As well as telling him I moved because my family had died, I also told him that I left behind a messy of a love life.